TW: Language, Explicit Sexual Content
Dracos POV
Draco slipped through the hallways past whatever shadows were still up lurking. He entered the library and immediately saw Madam Pince sitting at her usual desk. He made sure the door made no noise as he closed it, keeping his body pressed tightly to the bookshelves. He studied the positioning of the librarian carefully, keeping his eye on the clock.
9:57.
He ducked behind one of the bookcases, staring straight down the perfectly lined up row of literature and waited for his moment.
The truth was he had no grand idea, he intended on making a mess big enough to keep the precious patroller of the library busy for hours. When the clock read 9:59 he took a deep breath and swallowed nervously, pushing the bookcase with all his might until it wobbled forward with an expectant creak, as it toppled, crashing into the bookcase lying ahead of it books fell out of their respected homes, scattering along the floor. The domino effect continued while a stunned Madam Pince screamed for help. Draco saw her run towards the toppling mess, the door to the restricted section opened and closed quickly with no one to be seen. Draco swiftly exited the library, rushing down the hallway as multiple faculty members ran towards the cries for help. His heart beat rapidly as the footsteps retreated away from him, when the thumping subsided, he hugged the walls, making his way back to the Slytherin common rooms with a job well done, no idea of what awaited him in his safe space.
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Demians POV
Demians palms sweat as he sat on the edge of the bed anxiously awaiting Dracos return. His mind raced with everything he wanted to say to him, an unfamiliar rage filled him as he realized just how many times Draco had lied about his involvement in Terrences recent miseries.
How could he be so casual about it this entire time. He thought to himself.
The door finally opened and Demian stood up, his arms folded angrily.
"It's done." Draco said, he turned to face him, a smile on his face.
"Tell me it isn't true." Demian said suddenly.
"What?" Draco questioned; his face contorted in confusion.
"You gave Terrence the Euphoria potion?"
Draco remained silent for a moment, searching in a sea of words for the ones that might save him.
"I was gonna tell you." He said suddenly, "But I just couldn't."
"Why?" Demian said, his words breaking.
"I think the better question is why not." Draco began, "I genuinely thought it would help him."
Demian scoffed, "You thought giving him an addictive potion would HELP him?" Demian said, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
"It sounds stupid when you say it, but yes. At the time, I thought it would solve a lot of our problems. I thought he would get over it quicker, not fucking kill himself."
"Is that the truth?" Demian said. Because you said yourself that you practically knew he was going to kill himself."
Draco sighed, leaning against the door. "Okay, so maybe I knew he had an addictive personality, but I didn't think it would go that far. Truthfully I didn't think he had the fucking guts." He admitted. "He sure proved me wrong."
"Malfoy you're ridiculous." Demian said, he started to put his shoes on.
"Don't tell me you're leaving now, of all times." Draco protested; he didn't move from the front door.
"Of course I'm fucking leaving." Demian said, "You saw me suffering, thinking I was the reason Terrence was dying but it was you."
"Oh right, so I should shoulder all the blame. It's my fault he took as much as he did then?" Draco questioned.
"No, but you should have shouldered SOME of the blame." Demian shouted at him, "You let me carry all that weight alone, knowing how much I was hurting."
Draco sighed again. Demian tried to push past him to leave, but he wouldn't budge.
"Let me out Draco, now." He demanded. "I need to leave. I need to think."
"There's nothing to think about." Draco said, holding his position firmly. "I love you, and we're going to be together."
Demian just scoffed, "You think you can just hurt everyone to get what you want, that's how you've always been." Demian said, sniffling in between his words.
"No, that's how I was." He corrected him, "And you're right. Back then I could have cared less what happened to Terrence. I should have told you, it's fucked up I didn't. But Demian, what was I supposed to do, things with us have been going so well, I didn't want to risk ruining it by telling you something I did that I regretted. Immensely. I thought if you found out you'd never speak to me again."
"That's yet to be decided." Demian responded, his arms folded uncomfortably once again.
"I fucked up, Demian. I'll admit that right now. I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did though, that much you have to believe. I do regret it, at the time I did think it would help, and a small part of me knew that what happened was a possibility, but I thought it was a lot smaller than it was. I didn't expect it."
"And did you expect him to live, if it had happened. And for him to tell me what you did?"
This time Draco scoffed, "I knew it was only a matter of time, but I thought by then, you would see how much I've actually changed for you. And that it would be enough for you to stay..." He admitted.
Demian shook his head, his eyes were stained pink from the crying.
"What will it take for you to forgive me?" Draco said, "I'll do anything. Just name it."
"Apologize." Demian said demandingly. "And mean it."
"I'm sorry, I truly am." He said.
"Not to me, to Terrence."
Draco shot him an annoyed look, he grit his teeth and studied Demians tired face. "You're being for real right now? Like he'd ever forgive me."
"Whether or not he forgives you shouldn't matter, you owe him an apology, a genuine one." He said.
"Fucking hell Demian that's a lot easier said than done."
"It's plenty easy, Malfoy. People do it every day."
"Yes, people, not me." He corrected him.
"Do it or I'm walking."
"You're giving me an ultimatum." He paused, "Me, Draco Malfoy."
Demian didn't respond, his arms remained folded.
"You're ridiculous, but if it will stop your fucking temper tantrum, fine. I'll apologize."
Draco turned on his heels and opened the door, "Well, are you coming to witness this amazing moment in history or not?" Draco said.
Demian followed in silence. Draco walked to Terrence's dorm and knocked. He answered and saw them both standing there, "Nope, I'd like to keep my face intact." Terrence said, he went to shut the door.
"Wait." Draco said, sticking his foot between his quick exit.
Terrence sighed. "What, have you come to assault me for telling Demian the truth?" He said.
"No, I've come to apologize." Draco said.
Terrence laughed, "You've got to be fucking kidding."
"No, Demian's right. What I did to you was wrong. There was little I wouldn't do at the time to make sure you went away for good, Higgs. The truth is I fucking hated you. I hated you for even looking in his direction because for the first time in my life I was scared to lose something I actually cared about. And at that time, you were a threat to that. I did something I regret giving you that potion. Maybe a small part of me did think it would help you get over us, but a bigger part of me knew it would be a problem and I ignored that because I'm fucking selfish. I never wanted you to die though, and that's the truth. I don't want you to go on thinking that I did it to you to kill you, because I didn't. And...I'm sorry." He said the last part somewhat quieter.
"Well I...I can't forgive you. Not yet." Terrence said, quietly.
"Okay, and I understand that. It's not something you can really get over in a night."
"You can say that again." Higgs said under his breath.
Draco clapped his hands together once, "Okay, am I let off the hook now?"
Terrence scoffed again, "It's always so easy for you."
"Easy? You think it was easy for me to come up to your door and apologize to you of all people?" He paused briefly, a soft laugh escaping his lips, "Obviously you don't know me very well Higgs so I'll let that one slide, but not a single part of this has been easy. You of all people should know that. What happened between the three of us transcends the word easy by a long shot. We've all sacrificed something, some of us more than others. But we're here now. You lived. And the rest of us, we've been living too."
"Yeah I lived, but at what cost." He shut the door in their faces this time. Demian sighed and turned to leave. He walked back to the dorm in silence, when they entered Draco cut through the tension, "So are you satisfied then? Did you get what you want from that?"
Demian just sighed, "I appreciate you doing it Draco, truly. I just wish it would have gone differently."
"Demian, stop. You can't force someone to move on quicker than they're willing. He'll get over it, eventually. We need to focus on our own futures right now, we don't have the time nor energy to waste on anyone else anymore. Otherwise, we might not make it out of this ourselves. You forget just how dangerous this is, don't you? I could be killed. You could be killed. Hells, this entire school could go down just because I betrayed Voldemort. And you're worried about Terrence's feelings?"
Demian sighed again, "You're right. And I don't think I've said that in a really long time." He admitted. "It's just hard not to care about others feelings for me."
"And I've always loved that about you. My sensitive boy, always worried about everyone else but themselves. But that part of our lives is over, I need you to worry about us now."
"Yeah...but sometimes thinking about the future is scary." He admitted, somewhat sadly.
"There's nothing left to scared of. Nothing will happen to you as long as you're with me." He promised.
But Demian still felt a knot in his stomach of uncertainty. "I hope this is over soon."
"It will be, now come here." He said in a commanding tone. Demian obliged, his cheeks turning as red as his eyes. Draco slipped a protective arm around Demians waist and tugged him forward; his fingers found their way up the back of his shirt and Demian shivered. Goosebumps trailed up his skin as he felt Dracos fingers dig into his back. He looked up at him expectedly, but before he had a chance to say anything lips were pressed against his own. He kissed him back and leaned into his touch, Draco nipped at his bottom lip and dug his fingertips into Demians lower back with a bit more force. Demian let out a soft moan against his lips and this made Draco smirk triumphantly.
"Now I think I've more than earned something for my brilliant display back there." Draco said, "Don't you?"
"I guess you didn't put up much of a fight about your apology, I must admit..." Demian said, sliding his own arms around Dracos neck. "I could think of maybe one of two ways to reward you." He said with confidence.
"I was hoping you would say that." Draco responded, he picked up Demian suddenly and cradled him in his arms, carrying him to the bed. He slid between his legs and kissed his way up his neck, but before he had time to continue Demian was pushing on his chest, forcing him underneath him.
"Oh?" He said curiously. Demian straddled his hips and leaned down, biting at his earlobe softly. Dracos hands found their way to Demians hips and gently rocked him, Demian could feel him growing underneath him and blushed a bit at the anticipation. He moved his hips with Dracos motions until he felt him grow entirely hard, his breathing slightly ragged.
"Fuck, you tease." Draco said under his breath. Demian tried to hide his smile, but he couldn't, he simply began to undress, slowly, while still on top of him. Draco watched his eyes trailing up and down his body as articles of clothing continued to fall to the floor, soon, Demian was entirely nude, still grinding on Dracos member that was still restricted by his jeans. Draco gripped onto Demians bare hips and held him in place, "I love when you take control, but I don't do well with waiting." He said breathlessly, arching his hips up into Demian so he could feel him in his entirety. Demian smiled down at him, biting his lip and tugged at his shirt wantingly. Draco didn't hesitate and quickly threw it to the ground, he went to undo his jeans, but Demian stopped him, moving down between his legs he unclasped them himself as Draco watched with both curiosity and lust in his eyes. Demian slowly undid his jeans and pulled them down, grazing his crotch with his fingertips as he did,
"Fuck..." Draco said, shakily.
Demian slid Dracos boxers down exposing his hard shaft, he gripped the base and held it in place while Draco continued to watch him, his breaths becoming quicker. Demian wrapped his lips around the head of his shaft and swirled his tongue around it, Draco let out an unexpected moan and tried to resist arching his hips, taking control. Instead, he slipped one hand into Demians dark locks and entangled his fingers into it, holding it both firmly, but gently. Demians head bobbed slowly as he attempted to engulf him in his entirety, struggling. He questioned his inexperience as he gagged a few times. Draco gently stroked the back of his head reassuringly as he adjusted to a medium pace, instead choosing to use his hand to stroke the base while his mouth was wrapped around the rest of him. Draco choked out soft moans of pleasure while Demian found his pace, his fingertips caressing the back of Demians head softly. His saliva dripped down Dracos entirely hard shaft, Demian used it as impromptu lube to help him stroke the base of his shaft rhythmically while his head bobbed. Demian could feel Dracos grip on the back of his head tightening, he began to choke out quiet moans in tandem with his motions,
"A-ah..." He said, his eyes still transfixed on him.
Demian blushed when he noticed his gaze, but he looked up, locking eyes with him in this intimate moment while he took him in his mouth, his tongue movements coming more naturally to him as time went on. Draco bit his bottom lip and held Demians head in place, forcing him to keep his gaze while he moaned softly. He could feel his shaft throbbing in Demians mouth, the sight of him sucking on the head of his cock exciting him more than he could fathom.
"If you aren't careful, I'll cum too soon." He warned him, but Demian didn't stop. He took him words as encouragement and his doubts in his capabilities started to melt away. He moved his head a bit quicker, firmly grasping the base of his shaft in his hand, his tongue caressing the head each time he rose to the top. His increasingly rhythmic motions made Dracos hand start to tremble as he struggled to grip onto Demians hair in the moment. His breathing became more and more ragged, he tried to look away to stop himself, but he couldn't control it, he let out a sharp moan and his hand gripped onto Demians dark locks tightly, holding him in place while he shot multiple streams of cum into his mouth. Demian struggled to swallow it at first, he wasn't as accustomed to the taste, but he choked it down, slowly removing him from his mouth. He blushed, wiping the corners of his lips and looking up at Draco with big expectant eyes,
"T-that was one hell of a reward." Draco said, this made Demian laugh and he smiled.
Dracos heart continued to thump and he motioned for Demian to come to his chest. He didn't hesitate.
"I love you, Demian." He said.
"I love you too." He responded, their moment cut short by a quiet knock at the door.
"Go the fuck away, it's past midnight." Draco yelled, but the quiet knock came once again.
"Oh for fucks sake, it's always something." Draco said, gently sliding Demian off him and slipping his boxers on. He cracked open the door. Harry stood outside.
"Potter what the fuck are you doing here." He said, lowly. "You couldn't tell me this some other time?"
"You have time to waste then do you?" Harry said somewhat sarcastically. "Are you going to let me in or?"
"Uhh well..." Draco said, "Just give me one second."
Harry rolled his eyes while Draco shut the door, he pulled his clothes on quickly and motioned for Demian to cover up before opening the door again. Harry stepped inside.
"I'm not interrupting, am I?" He cleared his throat a bit, Demian pulled the covers up over his head in embarrassment.
"No thank god, I would have shriveled up had you knocked but three minutes earlier." He said, jokingly but spoke the truth.
"Ha-ha." Harry said, that familiar sarcasm in his voice. "Anyways, I have good news, and bad news."
"Okay, bad news first."
"Bad news, is that the mark itself is a somewhat new discovery. There wasn't much in the library but speculation and possibility. According to those speculations you can't remove the mark in its entirety no matter what. But you can supposedly transfer it to someone else, someone willing and someone close to you."
"Someone close to me? How?" He said, "There's not really anyone I'd want to give this curse to." He admitted. This slightly shocked Harry,
"Well, there's no other choice. You either disfigure yourself and hope that the make doesn't reappear in another place, or you transfer it to someone else. Someone whom you share a deep connection with. An eye for an eye. Voldermort doesn't allow people to exit his service without a sacrifice."
"I should have known." Draco said. "Nothing ever comes for free." He sighed, somewhat sadly.
"And say I could find someone willing, someone who cared for me enough to take my place. How would I do that?" He said.
"Well, it isn't easy. But there's a place that acts as a catalyst for strong spells and incantations. A cave, one the Voldemort has used in the past. This is all somewhat speculation, since it's never been done successfully. But in the past few years there were experiments done to try to transfer the mark, all of them failed because the other party showed fear during the initial transfer. Whomever takes it from you cannot waver, and that's not all-" He paused for a minute.
"Of course not." Draco scoffed.
"There must be some soft of physical sacrifice. It doesn't say how. Maybe blood? Maybe something more..."
Draco just shook his head. "And the spell, the words?"
"Ancient Latin. This sort of witchcraft, the dark magic Voldemort uses is....well, it's from a long time ago. I've yet to translate what it means, but I wrote it down for you." He handed him a slip of paper that read,
"Accipe hoc maledictum signum Quod me obligas ad obsequium tuum Do alteri Quis me per tenebras dilexit"
"Uh, afraid I'm a bit rusty in the Latin department." Draco admitted, attempting to read the jumbled mess.
"You're not the only one." Harry said, surprising Draco. "Something not even the boy who lived can do? Who knew."
And for a moment, they laughed together. Draco cleared his throat after a moment,
"Anyways uh, thanks, Potter." He said.
"Well, there might be a day I need your help too, coming up." Harry said. "Will you help defeat Voldemort?"
Draco sighed and shrugged his shoulder. "If I get rid of this mark Potter, I don't think I want anything to do with this world." He admitted. "This isn't my fight, I never wanted to be put in this position."
"I guess you're right. But what about to glory you could have?" He said in a tempting tone.
"Now who would I be to steal your day, Potter. Everyone knows it's going to be you who saves the world. I just want to live in what remains."
"Heh...never thought I'd hear you say that." Harry said, he held out his hand, Draco shook it.
"See you around, Malfoy." Harry said, exiting the dorm.
Draco stood there, stunned for a few minutes. Calculating everything he was just told. He set the scrap of paper holding his possible escape on the dresser, his mind searching for potential partners in his upcoming escapades.